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THAT KISS...the one that started as a buss on the cheek, a simple 'thank you for all that tyou have done...
then, his SCENT wafted to her nostrils; a light, manly colonge; beneath it, an earthier scent, the scent of a MAN...
and before she knows it, without planning it, she shifts her face a few scant milimeters and their lips brush, then join...

It is HEADY, that first kiss: a woman married for nine years, with a child (husband Hamid is not her first lover), Ava Behzadi is no
giggling scoolgirl...the point is: she is suddenly damp between her legs, which has never happened before (even with HAMID, who
is no slouch as A KISSER)...with one kiss, THAT FIRST KISS, she is in love: in love with BEN JONES.

CAN THIS BE? She does not believe in 'instant love', or 'eyes meeting across the room'; 90 day Fiance©(s) are a myth- a fools errand.
Fine and well; then what is THIS, then: this feeling that she belongs to Ben Jones, patrolman and soon to be NYPD Detective.

"I LOVE HIM " Ava whispers to herself. I LOVE BEN ".

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GRANT...Goddamn that Man can make a kiss memorable, even hours later. The kind of hot lick cock-wtf?-
LIP LOCK that can keave a person hungering for JUST ONE MORE...the kind of kiss that causes his heart to beat quickly,
with such force, that he could feel it in HIS EARS, and now the handsome widower knows; HE KNOWS it was that moment
when their song started: HIS AND GRANT'S.

And Travis Montgomery wants more, he really REALLY wants more...many many more. And FUCK GOING SLOWER: Travis has
changed his mind...now he wants to GO FASTER, and FASTER STILL...even more so when Grant came to the hospital when he
learned that Travis has been taken there. He used guile to get info on Travis' condition (stone-walled at the froint desk, he gets
the 'goods' from Ben and Vic-YOU GO, BOY!). Throughout his recovery, Travis has access to those so kissable lips-muaaaaaaa!
Careful, Trav...you're gonna 'fall' if you aren't careful!

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Kiss me, out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress

Oh, kiss me, beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me

That first 'real' kiss at Joe's Bar: not the little pecks and flirty little brushing of lip against lip, while getting comforablly
'toasty' on wine: the one where teeth clash, and tongues tangle, and soft sweet lips smack sexily, smearing lipstick
until there is none left.."You had me there, it's like the ground cracked open and I was swallowed up by BLISS. I felt
myself falling, and I could do nothing to stop it...most of me DIDN'T WANT TO STOP...most of me wanted to fall."

Kiss me, beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me
(Sixpence None The Richer)

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"If you drink SALT WATER, the more you drink the thirstier you get: that's how I view your kisses. Remember,
I grabbed you outside one night and took the initiative (you were taking too long!) and VALINDO!-GODDAMN!
I almost fell down, you had to catch me, so I didn't go all the way down and break my neck. I swear tha your SOUL
WHISPERED TO ME...I know tha it did, because it's whispering to me STILL. I want yoiur love, Doc; I NEED YOUR LOVE,
and I thank God, early and often that you love me too. I surrender to you, GLADLY, if you promise to duplicate that
first kiss again and again, until we die-I initiated it, yes...but you took over, and GOD I've wanted you so bad ever since-
the more we do it, the more I want."

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Judge Lola "Lola-Coaster" Carmicahel doesn't need much: she's achieved 98% of
what she's strived for, professionally. And PERSONALLY: the Man of her dreams is her husband,
a highly-ranked FBI Agent who "broke her down" from the very first kiss. LORD, did he break her down!
If LIPS, TEETH, and TONGUE could be registered as lethal weapons...my my my!

[What a man, what a man, what a man
What a mighty good man
What a man, what a man, what a man
What a mighty good man
What a man, what a man, what a man
What a mighty good man!]

The contradiction is something the Judge is well aware of: a strong, indpendent, educated and accomplished
Woman brought to TEARS by a kiss (or multiple kisses!) from her man...but WHATTA MAN!

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[' target jus walked in-full ento>]urage

' 'copy, Kev...no sign of Roldan yet...WAIT...HE'S HERE...with two females, one number 1 male; they're coming in' reports Hailey
Upton says back to Atwater]

The DJ segues raucous the Reggaeton beat pounding through the nightclub's speakers from Daddy Yankee's 'Gasolina' into 'Despacito' (Luis Fonsi,
Daddy Yankee):

Despacito
Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito
Deja que te diga cosas al oído
Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo
Despacito

Atwater whispers to Vanessa that they should take the opportunity to move closer to the targets, and she nods: hand in hand they dance-
walk to the large dance area and she links her arms around his neck, playing the part of a sexy young beauty smitten by her 'man'-the reality
is that she doesn't have to pretend very much...

They bump and grind until they are close enough for their miniature directional mics to capture the genesis of the traffickers' narcotics trans-
action; Rafa Roldan suddenly focuses on the pair of gyrating lovers about five feet away, at which an alert Rojas suddenly squeals loudly ("BABY-
NO LO PUEDO CREER!"-I can't believe it!) and goes up on her tip-toes, pulling Kevin into a passionate and very heated kiss. Before dismissing
the two Roldan's eyes rove over 'Nessa's prominent buttocks and shapely legs displayed to breathtaking effect in the black skin-tight denim
she wears, then turns his attention back to his companion.

Sabes que esa beba está buscando de mi bam-bam
Ven, prueba de mi boca para ver cómo te sabe (Eh-eh; ¡plo!)
Quiero, quiero, quiero ver cuánto amor a ti te cabe
Yo no tengo prisa, yo me quiero dar el viaje
Empezamos lento, después salvaje...

To any curious on-lookers, the pair are simply in a rush to leave the club for somewhere with more privacy, which is fine for their purposes...
hugging her close, Atwater whispers into Vanessa's hair:

[' we're comin' out...link up at hq in forty-five?']

[' Copy, Kev-hq in forty-five '] Adam Ruzek responded.

On the way to Atwater's personal automobile, a Dodge Charger he says "Quick thinking back there-divertin' Rodan's attention."

"Hmmm?...Oh-the kiss."

"Yeah: 'Oh-the kiss'."

"I've wanted to do that since the day we met." She stops and looks up at him, her dark eyes shining with mischief.

"For real?"

As a response she takes two quick steps toward him, grasp the lapels of his leather jacket, and kisses him again-deeply and with as much
feeling as she can muster. "Let's fill in the team and then go back to your place", she says.

"Yeah." His handsome bearded face spilt in a very happy grin. "Yeah...copy that."

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Mack heard the classic love song made famous by Roberto Carlos before unlocking his front door; when he entered his
mate Elena Rodriguez sang along with the artist in clear, dulcet tones:

Y es que tu Amada Amante - Das la vida en un instant - Sin pedir ningun favor....
Este amor siempre sincero--Sin saber lo que es el miedo--No parece ser real...
Que me importa haber sufrido--Si ya tengo lo mas bello--Me da felicidad...
En un mundo tan ingrato--Solo tu amada amante--Lo das todo por amor...

She turns and catches a glimpse of her man from the corner of her eye. "Amorcito." Her beautiful smile makes the rough
day he's had completely worthwhile.

He repeats "Amorcito. Como anda el monstruo ?"

"Tan lindo mi pa ." She hands him a beer and steals a kiss, which he deepens when she starts to move away.

"Respect your Son", she cautioned, adding "BRUTO!" when he playfully spanked her rotund bottom. "Here, relax; dinner is ready soon."
Mack strolls over to the sofa and bends to kiss Flint's forehead.

"He's warm," he informed her with a questioning look.

"A small fever-he's fine," YoYo assured him. "And mis suegros want to know when I'm to be made an 'honest woman."

"The MacKenzies." He shook his head, smiling at his parent's persistence in pushing the marriage narrative.

"I don't care if we never marry, Mack. They have their opinion, but it's OUR life. I am your woman as long as you want me.
If you say 'marry', I will shop for a dress and a venue. If you say 'leave things as they are', that is what we will do. I have you, and Flint,
and this one" (indicating her negligible 'baby bump'). Whatever you decide, I will do."

"Tell me what YOU want, Amor."

YOU. This life that we have. To have your children, to make your home. I don't want missions, and I hope that you will stay here with us
one day soon. We have done more than our share to keep the world safe. I am not there to keep you safe any longer...and that WORRIES ME.
Please consider leaving S.H.I.E.L.D."

"I will...of course I will. Ya cenamos "?/p>

"Ya. Tiene hambre mi Don? Tiene hambre mi Rey ?" Elena coos to her son. Mack takes a seat near their firstborn while Elena
serves the meal.

TRANSLATIONS [bichita_36e]

Y es que tu Amada Amante- Das la vida en un instante--Sin pedir ningun favor: It's because you, Beloved Lover, you give life in an
life in an instant --never asking for anything in return

Este amor siempre sincero--Sin saber lo que es el miedo--No parece ser real: This love is forever sincere-- without knowing fear--it
almost doesn't seem real

Que me importa haber sufrido--Si ya tengo lo mas bello--Me da felicidad: What do I care what I've suffered--as long as I have the
most beautiful--It gives me happiness

En un mundo tan ingrato--Solo tu amada amante--Lo das todo por amor: In an ungrateful world--only you beloved lover--give
everything for love...

Como anda el monstruo: How's the monster?

Tan lindo mi pa: So beautiful my baby boy.

Mis suegros: My parents-in-law

Ya cenamos: Are we eating?

Ya. Tiene hambre mi Don? Tiene hambre mi Rey?: Is my Lord hungry? Is my King hungry?

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